Alice dreams
with rays and colored pins,
she’s painting hills and rushing rives
and birds sliding in the still
Alice breaths and lives…
Chords she plays
turn the silence into days,
Alice wakes to joyful ways
portraits of our children that behave…
Alice writes
and Stephan plants the seeds
in the diamond they have built,
autumn leafs
there’s long before the summer leaves…
Friday night, half light
drinking wine and playing indie tunes
stories come and dreamers go
I close my eyes and let the true love flow,
the dog makes traces running in the snow
and kids throw echos in the fort they sleep –
and I found Alice…
Half asleep, my angel crying
no one takes me to the Moulin Rouge,
my friends work decent jobs that pay
and in the rush of celebration build a home
to put candles and the fame on Christmas trees,
I beg them to believe
true love needs no sparkling fees…
Starry night, half dark, half bright
my hands run highways in her eyes
I embrace the life of Stephan Angst
and pour rivers to oceans from my soul,
the sinners are forgiven
with paper airplanes never reaching dawn,
Alice called the priest for both…
La vida es… un carnaval! Prima melodie ce îmi vine în gând avea versurile puțin diferite. Era o idee mai tristă, nu zic, utilă uneori, dar realist vorbind, depresivă.
Sunt la Milano. Am ajuns astăzi la prânz. E vorba de bilete cumpărate de multă vreme, pentru o escapadă inițial prevăzută în doi. Well, shit happens! Cât pe ce să nu vin. E întotdeauna primul instinct – să îmi iau jucăriile și să plec. Ei bine, nu și de data asta. Am mai pierdut concedii pe motive similare. Dar totul are o finalitate. I got the tickets so why not? Ei da, cu riscul de a trimite o undă de supărare pe meleaguri cunoscute… am evadat la Milano!!!
Este seară peste Oază
și sunt nori pictați pe pânze
într-o zi vor curge flori peste notele uitate,
cu poteci săpate-n valuri de fiori
vor rosti credințe inimi chinuite în zadar…
Noaptea naște stele peste globuri de cristal
și din vise închegate cresc castele fără far,
plouă peste Oază
ape spală ochii zeilor de ceară –
fluvii fără maluri și mări de neînceput…
Dimineața se revarsă ca o aprigă sentință
și îneacă în lumină setea de ființă,
pași desculți prin roua rece,
urme scrise în strofe de căință,
vor fi martori pentru noua pocăință…
You make me smile and I bring you waffles
there are roses in a jar and the coffee’s whistling,
hidden once more under the blankets
I read you stories from the morning paper
and Steve ran out and is waking up the neighbors…
Your opera stance is mostly garbage
but you have all of Mark Knopfler on vinyl
and that’s really fine for my dancing skills blow,
but when out walking our steps rhyme
and when indoors crying it’s like everybody died…
You worry too much where I imagine crazy stuff
and it’s bad for cholesterol and for both our hearts
but you make me smile and I make you pies,
I am an ungrateful bastard every once in a while
so I write you poems and you tend to forgive…
“Your mistakes are your best teachers”
no word about chicken in your fortune cookies
so I promised to stay up to the journey’s end,
when you look up at me I get warm and fuzzy
and hands lock like lovers on that bridge in Köln…
You gave me a painting and so many books to read
I have the plant you brought to groom and grow
and I live in France and have croissants everyday,
there’s a place you also love where I’d like to go
it’s up in the mountains not far from home…
Far away from home
swimming in the cold sea all alone,
I put trust in my Holy Father
then I shout the name I hold
and send waves to endless borders…
I believe in the stars I saw
there is more to it than a dark and silent whole,
they struck chords of a harp I own
and poured kisses in my soul –
I’m a thief and took your years and keep them locked,
Bruce may tell the stories in the end
but this day I quit rising walls that break
and start riding with myself…
New Year’s eve in Times Square and the sunrise at lake Braies,
I was blind and now I dream,
life is short and my shirt caught fire
and roses burn on a highway to the south
wild and free,
my heart is never tiered…
Who is Alice, I don’t know…
where is she I want to go,
who is Alice, will you show,
authors writing poems with her words
and the eyes that shine turn to rhymes,
who is Alice, she is always near
all I have is to reach and feel,
grab her hand, then walk and kneel…
Who is Alice dressed in blue
her heart is painted wide in you,
who is Alice dancing in the snow
she’ll open up your chest and see your soul,
and the wrong ways that you took
she may forgive if told the truth,
and all she asks is to love her back
to keep her in the arms she’s gave…
C’est qui la fille que je connais
Alice c’est qui, cette belle qui me voyait,
elle reste assisse sur son coté
au bord d’une rêve Alice souriait,
elle me retrouve à chaque fois sans me chercher
courir devant un train de fées,
Alice t’es où parmi des infinites pensées
t’es qui toi Alice, plus qu’une chère aimée?
Cine este Alice, oare o cunosc
cu aripile întinse între răsărit și apus,
și unde ești tu Alice oare am să știu
într-o seară fără de păcat vorbele ce scrii,
unde ești și unde am plecat
peregrini pe căile ce le-am uitat,
vino dragă Alice să pictăm cocori
printre inimi preschimbate-n nori….
I write stories without end and every word just comes to life
each one pulls a brick outside and lets me weigh my dream,
I build up statues from the mud with faces hidden in the dark
an army for my lover’s heart to find a time to breathe –
I am dressed in blue and black, holding riddles from the end
you are poetry in motion avoiding rhymes with dearly caution,
blood is rushing through our veins filling pulses hand in hand
waves are sweating on the sand washing out the books I rent…
All the question marks be broken
seek no more,
close the eyes and feed this feeling to your soul
the beauty’s in the moment
dare to stay alive,
love me from the distance,
let me love you from afar….
I write feelings hoped to last and shed light into the dust
we’re both meeting friends in time we’ve known for a while,
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Take the pill my friend from the sweaty hand,
we shall find together a tiny world were we don’t need to dream…
walk with me tonight
don’t talk to me this time
just lean on me and listen to my cry,
don’t give me hope nor cut the silver strings –
I have a demon feeding on the thoughts I can’t control,
he drinks the sun and rivers when they flow
I have a monster that I grow
that kills the life in every living soul;
come join me when I fall,
let’s run this mile in silence
and hold a candle when I swim just before the darkness,
swallow down the memories,
make the written word accomplice to my crime –
just a walk, it’s all that’s left to give
take this pill and find a way to dream,
they’ve stripped me to the bone –
a flawless act from dusk to dawn,
these creatures that I own…
Vino aproape,
să îmi petrec brațele peste umerii tăi,
vino să îți fur sărutul,
să îți presar flori de viță în plete,
ochi în ochi cu luminile stinse
vino să ne topim ca două piscuri de gheață,
apă sunt eu și tu ești o apă
și scriem portative cu unde policrome,
vino spre mine cu pașii de dans
să naștem amintiri pentru zile bătrâne…
Vino din nou
să scriem în doi jurăminte,
vino cu degete alunecând peste nori
vino cu sufletul însorit de flori,
să rostim într-un glas rugăciune,
și dintr-un trup tu și eu
să clădim temple pentru ziua de mâine,
haide acum să alergăm împreună
cu dor în priviri și inimă blândă
să așternem punți de foc peste veșnicii…
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